I am a knitting addict.
Recovering from years of life threatening addictions was a long hard road, but somehow, knitting always gave me amazing comfort. Realizing that so simple a concept…wrapping yarn around a stick….could make me feel so good about myself, I surmised that this be used as a tool to help others struggling with addiction and need for comfort.
Everyone should have the opportunity to know what it feels like to create something, one stitch at a time; to achieve a state of mindlessness which allows them to share...
It’s been a long time in the making, and I’m very excited to share the news. This has been an incredible experience, gathering stories of the healing and comfort that knitting and crochet brings and how it not only helps us, but in some cases, changes our lives.
Betsan Corkhill’s (Stitchlinks.com) new book “Knit for Health and Wellness…How to Knit a Flexible mind and More…” brings us knowledge of just how therapeutic knitting works. Her research has brought data from a survey of...
October 5, 2012
The Crafty Ladies of Cotati
The Crafty Ladies of Cotati
By Lee Gant
“I knit blankets for babies in Hospice care; it makes me happy to know that these soft
blankets will comfort dying children…”
Who does this? The Crafty Ladies of Cotati, California do.
Three years and still going strong, twenty retired ladies meet once a month in the St. Joseph’s Catholic Church Hall to knit, crochet and quilt for people they don’t know.
“We share talent and skills, laughs, and donated yarn” Carol Martinez says....
Very Berry Baubles
Click on the Link below for free easy -to-knit directions
Make a necklace, cat toy, key-chain Fob or real working buttons!
Very Berry Baubles...
She knows I need the laptop..how am I supposed to write?
I’ve been a busy bee lately and have missed posting…probably because the dog keeps taking the laptop and I’ve been writing a book for you!
I’m working to bring you a better site with all thing knitting related as well as my stories, radio interviews and pictures of the wonderful donations by a group of very talented knitters at “Fiber Minds”, a unique gathering with nothing to sell.. a great place to go have a look see what friends...
Feelings and memories from long ago have been analyzed, pushed aside and tucked away — gone like the swings on the playground at school, gone with my imaginary friends, moved far away with my little brother. Most of them, I thought, I left in the closet where I used to hide.
Apparently, I’ve been carrying them around with me like luggage I don’t want but can’t seem to throw away. I must have inadvertently opened the suitcase because they are all here and not, I fear, for a short visit. It’s finally...
Take me home
I stopped at a sleazy neighborhood liquor store to pick up a pint with nowhere in particular to go. Sickness and depression left me unclear as how to fix myself, so I drank and walked, searching for an elusive answer.
Home was not a place that I wanted to be, especially after consuming most of the bottle, but children lived there…my children. In less than a whole hearted effort to get home I had to cross the street but, with no intersection in sight, crossed to the middle of four lanes. I...
The small blue Victorian house sits close to its neighbors on a secluded street edged with fully grown trees in one of the oldest parts of town. Cracked and worn with time, the sidewalk surrounds a finely manicured lawn, which I notice — unlike mine— contains no weeds. Painted steps lead the way to a porch at the front door where I stand for a long time, heart racing with anticipation. Tap- tap- tap, I wrap lightly with nervous knuckles on the door before me, in case I’m lost, which happens much too often. The number above the...
Sitting nervously on the edge of the bed, feeling small, I handed him my show and tell. “Wow, you made this for me?” the pallor of his skin more obvious. “It looks like a National Geographic bear — not a toy… a real bear—that’s what I really like about this.” I couldn’t recall the last time I saw him smile.
“Yes Dad, I made this for you,” I lied. His genuine pleasure, something I had always hoped for, made it difficult to say anything else. I was happy that he wanted the bear.
He sat up a little straighter in bed, his...
If I sit very still and think very hard, she might come.
Her warm hands gently caress my hair; she wraps her arms around me from behind and I feel her breath in my ear as she whispers words I can’t keep.
“Follow me.” she beckons.
“What if I get lost?” I worry.
“I’ll be with you.”
In a place where puffy clouds live, where the thickness of the blue sky keeps me aloft over the tops of the trees below; she gives me wings and I push upward. There are no places to get lost here, only currents of fresh air that carry me high above the...
Sitting in an airport during a three hour layover with knitting in hand, have you ever not been approached by a complete stranger who asked “What are you making?” or shared details of their project in progress? Not unlike the way a motorcycle rider or bus driver waves to one another, we recognize each other and connect, no matter where we are. Walk into a book store or coffee shop and don’t be surprised to see a group of happy, chatty knitters and instantly become drawn to them. They smile and ask you to sit and join them; you smile...